Beautiful flowers die…. Nice stories end…… Lovely songs fade…….. .. Momeries are forgotten… .. All things comes to end….. But people like YOU always remain forever ….. ….. ….. BECAUSE GHOSTS NEVER DIE
HOW LUV CHANGES-B4 marriage:roses r red, violets r blue, u r beautiful, i luv u!After marriage:roses r dead, i'm blue, u get on my nerves, someday i'll kill u!
The three dreams of a maN: To become as haNdsome as his mother thiNks., To become as rich as his child believes N have as maNy affairs as the wife suspects.,